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#NewRelease - A Rose in Bloom - Adopting Katie - Alyssa Hart - #romance #spanking

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Allysa Hart is making her journey into the Indie Author World with the re-release of her two books, Adopting Katie and A Rose in Bloom. Check them out...

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Sales Blurb: “If you ever put yourself in danger like that again, I will take you over my knee and spank your little bottom until I am convinced you have learned your lesson… How does that promise make you feel? Because make no mistake about it, Baby, it is definitely a promise.” 
            A successful CEO by day, Katelyn looks forward to the minute she crosses the threshold to shed all of her adulthood stress and worries and become a carefree, mischievous little mess maker. Her husband and Daddy, Mark, is one of the most beautiful people, inside and out, that she has ever met. His dominance turns all of her switches, but she learns quickly that he means what he says and testing Daddy is not in her backside’s best interest. 
            Mark is not alone in his endeavor to create a safe and loving environment for Katie. His best friends, Keith and Rose, round out their little family. Being intimately familiar with alternative lifestyles, the couple love and spoil Katie in abundance, but never think twice about turning her bottom red if she steps out of line. 
            Surrounded by her loving Daddy and adoring Auntie and Uncle, Katie learns that the love, safety, and guidance of this family are what help to make her feel complete. Exploring the little girl who lives inside, the one that she has hidden for far too long, she spends her time building elaborate Lego structures and playing in her special tree house that Mark built by hand.
            When tragedy strikes, Katie's idyllic life is shattered and it takes all of the love, support, and discipline of her family to pick up the pieces and put them back together. However, will love and spankings be enough? Katie is not convinced. She doesn’t believe anything will ever be okay again. Sneak Peek...
“It’s been a long time since this naughty bottom has been over my knee. I think it forgot what happens when it ends up here.” 

“No! It’s not a naughty bottom. See how white it is? It’s a good bottom!” 

Rose shook her head, “Oh baby, you just issued a challenge that no Dom would ever ignore.” 

“No! It’s not a challenge! It's not. Lemme go!” 

Her feet scissored helplessly in the air before they were trapped under Keith’s strong leg. There was no pleasure or ‘adult’ stimulation when Keith spanked Katie. Their relationship was purely familial, so when she was sent over her uncle’s knee, she was a little girl to him and nothing more. 

“Hmm, I wonder how long it would take to turn your bottom to the same color as these pants. What do you think, Rose?” 

“Her pajamas are pink and I thought you hated the color pink. Can't you do better than that?” She coaxed. 

Katie could tell that they were teasing, but she also knew that once in this position, there was no escape without a hot bottom. Keith’s hand had the ability to set a fire hot enough to cause a naughty little girl to fall asleep on her belly.

“Let’s see how many licks it takes to get to the center of a naughty girl’s attitude.” 

“No! I’m not a tootsie pop!” 

“One.” The sound of the smack reverberated through the room. 

“Ow! I’ll go to bed!”


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Sales Blurb: “You are not just my wife, you are my world.”
Keith and Rose have been happily married for years, but when they begin their journey to build a family they are thrown into a tailspin of disappointment and they begin to lose each other and themselves.
After months of growing apart, Keith makes the decision to reclaim his wife and whisks her off to an exclusive BDSM resort. Rawhide Ranch had come highly recommended as a place for lifestyle couples to congregate and play out their fantasies. But upon arrival, they realize there is a lot more to the ranch than meets the eye.
Keith and Rose aren’t quite sure what to do about their discovery, but a vacation is a vacation and they decide to embrace the experience and all it has to offer. What they find opens up a whole new world and a journey they could have never foretold.Sneak Peek..."We're going back to being Keith and Rose. Husband and wife. Dominant and submissive. We're going to reclaim this relationship before there is nothing left to salvage.” He didn’t wait for her to respond. Rose was a strong independent woman. She had her own thoughts and opinions and was not afraid to share them when necessary. She loved to submit to her husband, and he knew she wouldn’t want their relationship any other way, but even if it led to punishment, she never failed to make herself heard. 

Her silence was enough to assure him that she was in agreement. His next strikes landed lighter than the first few. Not having been spanked in a while, the skin was already turning pink. A long steady session would help her to unwind. 

Harsh discipline would get her to break to the place she needed to be, which would build her back into the woman he knew and loved as he held her snugly and securely. He needed to bring her to tears, but that would come later. He had time—and the spoon. 

Rose wiggled on his lap as his hand began to fall harder and harder. Lengthening the time between swats, he let each settle before laying the next one down. There was no pattern and no cadence. It was as if each swat existed all on its own with no memory of what came before and no guide as to what was coming next. The pink transformed, turning to a brilliant shade of red. 

With that, the wiggling grew increasingly desperate, but she still didn't voice any objections. Keith rubbed her back as he picked up the spoon. 

“This could have been over if you would have obeyed, my love. But since you didn’t, I’m going to use this spoon to bring some much-needed tears to the surface. You know this needs to be done for both our sakes.” Her little whimper made him smile.


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Meet Allysa Hart I am a full-time mom to a sassy, strong-willed, loveable little girl. Okay, so she is all me. I am on the wrong side of 30, and I have been married to my best friend for over eight years. Like most couples, we have our ups and downs, but I could not imagine doing life with anyone else by my side. We are Southern California transplants, currently residing in a very rural part of the east coast. I have two crazy dogs that I adore, even though they drive me out of my ever-loving mind, most days.
            I have recently rediscovered my love of words and decided to become a writer. My first story is my heart and soul, and it reaches into the depths of all that is me. I also create covers, promos, and logos for  authors. I have met some amazing friends on this journey that I now happily call family. Without my family members, whether biological or chosen, I would not be half the person I am today. Their constant love and support keep me afloat.Follow Allysa Hart facebook.com/authorallysahart/ facebook.com/allycatscreations/ allysahart.wordpress.com/ Amazon Page

#NewRelease - Her Rogue Viking - Ashe Barker - #vikings #romance #spanking

He has her body. Will she give him her heart?

Blurb
Though Fiona puts up a brave fight when her village is raided by Vikings, she ends up being carried off over the broad shoulders of Ulfric Freysson, the leader of the Norsemen. The stern, ruggedly handsome warrior quickly makes it clear that she belongs to him now, and her best efforts to escape merely earn Fiona a painful, humiliating switching on her bare bottom.
Her captor’s bold dominance sets Fiona’s passion ablaze, and when he brings her to his bed she cannot help begging for him to claim her completely. As Ulfric begins training her to please him in any way he demands, Fiona finds herself falling in love with her new master, but she soon realizes that there are those among his people who still see her as an enemy. When her life is threatened by a member of his own family, will he stand ready to protect her no matter the cost?
Publisher’s Note: Her Rogue Viking includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Ulfric resumed his sensual journey between her clenching buttocks, pausing when he reached the tight rosette of her rear hole. He circled that with one fingertip as she gasped and buried her face in the front of his woollen tunic.
“Am I hurting you?”
She shook her head quickly, though he had no illusions regarding her opinion of such intimacies. He resumed his lazy play, pressing gently on that pursed ring of muscle until she pleaded with him to stop.
“Sir? Ulfric? I have never… please, not there.”
“No, of course not there, not this time. But soon…”
He moved on, now slipping his fingers lower to explore between her soft folds. Her soft and very moist folds.
Yes! He had known it. The Celtic wench might well be embarrassed and apprehensive, her mind recoiling in aghast horror at his bold and intrusive touch but her body was eager enough. She even parted her thighs for him, perhaps not realising what she was doing.
Still reaching around her, Ulfric spread her lower lips from behind and slid his fingers along the length of her slit. He stroked gently, back and forth, smearing the copious moisture on his fingers, then bringing it back to her puckered anus. This time when he pressed, the tip of his finger entered her. She squeaked, and he withdrew. It was enough.
He reached around and beneath her with his other hand, this time seeking her most sensitive little bud. He found it, already swelling and deliciously plump, and started to draw his fingers back and forth across the very tip. His touch was slow, lazy almost, but he knew exactly where to concentrate the sensation for the most devastating effect. This was her first time, he was sure of it. He would make sure she did not forget what he could do to her if he chose. If she earned it.
Fiona groaned, writhing against his hand. He did not believe she was even aware of her actions as he built the pressure, his unerring caress drawing out a response he was quite certain she had no idea might be lurking.
“Ulfric, what is happening? What are you doing?”
“Am I hurting you?”
“I do not know,” she answered, her tone one of pure dejection. “It feels… strange.”
“Is it unpleasant?”
“No,” she conceded miserably.
“And do you wish me to stop?” He had no intention of doing so, but was interested in her answer even so.
She did not offer a response at once, but wriggled her hips as she sought to angle her clit for better access, more friction. Ulfric rolled the sensitive nubbin between his finger and thumb before he repeated his question.
“Fiona, do you wish me to stop?” He squeezed softly.
“Oh, sweet Lord…”
“Fiona?” Another squeeze, firmer now.
“No. No, do not stop…” The words were wrung from her, a desperate, anguished moan as her first climax coiled and unfurled deep within her. She grasped his tunic with her still-bound hands and hung on to him as though afraid he might even now slip away.
“Do not fight me, little one.”
“I… I am not. I want… I need…”
“Let it go.” He rubbed her clit harder now, and using his spare hand slipped the tip of his finger back into her rear hole.
“Oh! Oh, I cannot… Ulfric, please…”
“Let it happen,” he repeated. “Let me have your release. Now.”
He was rewarded by her long, drawn-out moan of ecstasy as her body contracted and convulsed. He was tempted to sink his finger deeper into her arse, but resisted. He wanted her to be aware of every inch he would drive inside her tight channel when he finally took her, so for now he concentrated on drawing out her quivering response with his deft fingers playing her engorged clit.
At last she was still, silent again, and lying limp in his arms. He withdrew his finger from her arse and released her clit, then bent his head to kiss the top of her head.
“Any more bruises, little Celt?”

A Message from Ashe Barker Herself!
I have always been fascinated by Vikings. Strong, sexy warriors, ruthless, dominant and determined – what’s not to like? It was only a matter of time before I wove a story around these fierce raiders who rampaged through Scotland and England for over three centuries, eventually settling and leaving their indelible mark on our history.
A Viking raid was indeed a ferocious affair. They relied on what would nowadays probably be termed ‘shock and awe’ swooping in from the sea on their fast dragon ships to attack with vicious and deadly effect. The Nordic raiders would be gone almost as swiftly as they arrived, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. The modern equivalent would be a helicopter attack on a sleepy rural village by SWAT teams armed with automatic weapons– the local people would hardly know what hit them.
I have employed a certain amount of poetic license, but I was determined to recreate the Viking era to the best of my ability – their homes, their clothing, what they ate, how they lived. I hope readers will be as entranced as I am by these creative and charismatic raiders, and perhaps forgive them their more outrageous little foibles.
More about Ashe Barker
USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research. Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea. Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel.  At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too. Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.
Ashe loves to hear from readers. Here are her social media links:Newsletter sign-upwww.ashebarker.comFacebookTwitterInstagramPinterestGoodreads Or you can email her direct on ashe.barker1@gmail.com

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#NewRelease - Seeing Ronnie - Libby Cambell - #erotica #spanking #romance

Blurb:As a social blogger, Ronnie Flynn—aloof, beautiful, cool as a cucumber—is desperate to get to the society event of the year: Simon and Sadie’s engagement party on Seguro Island. No surprise that her name isn’t on the guest list, but as always, Ronnie has a backup plan. A plan that involves the handsome Del Franklin.
Del agrees to a swap: Ronnie gives him the scoop on his estranged wife’s dirty secrets and he takes her as his date to his boss’s party. The handsome, buff man of Italian descent makes only one condition: Ronnie better be good. No snooping. No manipulating. No digging for dirt. Or else.
With crossed fingers, and in spite of Del’s threat of putting her over his knee for disobeying, Ronnie ‘promises’ to be a good girl. Right. She’s not worried about Del. Her code of Keeping a Healthy Distance will protect her heart, and her backside. She’s too wily to get caught, anyway. Ronnie sees. Literally. She can channel people’s feelings and see into their hearts. All her life, she has been hiding this secret weapon—her psychic ability—because what she sees is often too hard understand and impossible to share. If she can handle that secret, surely she can handle Del. Or can she? He’s not like anyone else. Nothing has prepared her for him. She shouldn’t react like this to his dominance. She’s an independent, wealthy woman in her own right. No man will tell her what to do. Yet, there is something about this sexy dominant Latin lover that makes her pulse race.
Will Ronnie allow Del to break her Code of Keeping a Healthy Distance? Will seeing Ronnie open Del’s eyes to a new world? Will the two of them ever see life the same way?
Publishers’ note : Seeing Ronnie is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or spanking of minors.
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Del tilted her face up to his. “Don’t you ever speak to me like that again,” he said. His honey brown eyes sparked with reproach and something more, raw desire. His fingers burned on her skin and the heat of his stare made her itch in places that no man had scratched for a very long time. Part of her wanted to reach out and pull him close, to feel his powerful body wrapped around hers. She was she losing her mind. The island had made her take leave of all her senses. Embarrassment quickly replaced her light-headed lust. While it was perfectly natural to have perved on the man, it was sloppy and amateurish to have been caught. With a strength she didn’t know she possessed, she wrenched her wrist free and pushed him away as hard as she could. He took two steps backwards to regain his balance and a grim smile spread over his face.She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. “Or you’ll do what? Refuse to take me to the party tonight?” She spat the words and tried to skirt around him on the narrow path. “I warned you the other day about the consequences of bad manners.” He caught her around the waist with his left hand and held her facing away from him. Then he raised his right hand high and brought it down on the top of her bare thighs with a loud crack that was more noise than impact. “That’s what your rudeness gets you,” he said. “That and a lot more. But next time it will be on your bare bottom with you turned over my knee, as promised. I expect you to speak to me at least as respectfully as you would any business associate. Remember, I have experience with naughty girls. I’m the father of a fourteen-year-old, but you, unlike my spirited daughter, will be spanked for rudeness or sass. You’re a grown up and able to walk away from me if you want to, something she can’t do. Different rules for different girls. Only the big girls get spanked. So, if you and I are going to spend time together, and I hope this weekend is just the start of things, I expect you to show me good manners and thoughtful behavior.” Ronnie looked at him, her mouth opening and closing. She knew she resembled a guppy and was just as wordless. This man had second sight of his own, straight into her soul. She wanted him and he knew it. Now he was saying he wanted her too. Was that an opportunity or a risk? Thoughts of what he was offering raced through her brain.***


Don’t miss these other great titles from Libby Campbell and Blushing Books:
The Simon in Charge series: Simon Says (Simon in Charge, book 1) Winning Sadie (Simon in Charge, book 2) Sadie Says I Do (Simon in Charge, book 3)
Prairie Promise – short story, in A Spanking Good New Year anthology
Libby Campbell, mischief maker and dreamer - bio
Libby lives on the West Coast of Canada with her husband of over twenty-five years. An avid reader, she savors books that feature strong, independent women and the loving men who challenge them.She loves mountain hikes, deep bubble baths, and all animals, but particularly small dogs with big attitudes and big dogs who think they are lap dogs. A woman for all seasons, Libby is happy cuddling in front of a winter fire, watching a summer sunset, listening to birds in the spring and walking in the autumn rain.Optimistic by nature, Libby wants a solid HEA in her reading and her writing. She hopes you will enjoy escaping to the dream worlds where she spends far too much time.Follow her on Pinterest to see the images that inspire her characters and the worlds they live in.
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#NewRelease - Rewriting the Rules - Morganna Williams - #romance #spanking #author

Blurb:Ever since her last relationship ended in heartbreak, things have been going downhill for romance novelist Aurora Kane. Determined to revive Aurora’s career, her publisher Donovan Tate decides to take matters into his own hands.
Upon visiting Aurora at home and finding her wallowing in misery, Donovan makes it clear that he will be taking charge of her life, whether she likes it or not. When she tests his resolve, he does not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her hard and thoroughly, and she cannot help begging for more as Donovan brings her to a quivering, shameful climax after the punishment.
Donovan’s bold dominance and masterful lovemaking rekindle Aurora’s passion and inspire her writing in a way nothing else has before, but painful memories of the past still lurk in her mind. Can she dare to hope that this love story will have a happy ending?
Publisher’s Note: Rewriting the Rules contains spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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Excerpt :
Donovan grinned as he sat with her latest revisions on his lap. He was surprised smoke wasn’t rising from her head, she was so busy plotting against him. He’d known he’d need to start firm with her and give very little wiggle room. The reality was that she needed this… needed him, and she needed to come so badly he could smell her arousal from the corner.He set the paperwork back down and rose to silently stand behind her, close enough that she could feel his body heat. As Donovan watched, her shoulders stiffened but she couldn’t hide the tell-tale shiver that coursed through her soft round body.He ran one finger down the center of her back to the cleft between her ass cheeks, and a husky moan escaped her before she could cut it off; she was so wet he felt it the moment his hand reached her inner thigh. Thick and rich, it dripped down the inside of her legs. His mouth watered, he was so hungry for a taste, but unfortunately that wasn’t on the agenda today.Donovan paused, his fingers just below the entrance to her body, waiting to see if she’d reject or invite his touch. Aurora gave a frustrated little mewling cry and moved her legs as far apart as the pants still down around her knees would allow.It was all the invitation he needed; he moved forward and thrust two fingers inside her all the way to the hilt, practically lifting her on her toes. Her body was tight but gave ground easily then clamped down on his fingers like she could make him a part of her and never let him leave.Donovan had to bite back a groan as the obvious need in her and the way she was squeezing his fingers pushed the animal in him to take her now in every way possible; the man in him tamped down the need. Aurora was the focus today—getting her used to being handled again and reminding her how good it could be to submit.When he started rocking his fingers in and out of her in a demanding rhythm and ghosting his thumb across her clit, she came to life, arching her neck and crying out in pleasure as she rode his hand.“Please! More… harder… I need it harder… oh, yes!” she cried, sounding almost tearful as he worked her closer and closer to climax. She leaned her head into the corner, bracing herself as she rode his hand.His fingers pounded in and out of her hard and fast until she clamped down on him almost impossibly tight with a soft scream, then her needy core was milking his fingers hard as her body shuddered in release.Donovan smiled as he played a small game of tug of war with her body as he pulled his fingers free; she was clamped down on him tightly like she didn’t want to let go. Scooping her from the corner, Donovan gathered her spent form close and sat down with her on his lap.It was a testament to how strongly the spanking and climax had affected her that she just sat quietly with her face buried in his neck.She’d come hard and she’d needed it worse than any woman he’d ever known.Suddenly she stiffened and straightened on his lap, giving him a glare, now as prim as could be; well, as prim as a woman could be with her pants around her knees and her arousal still slicking his hand.“How dare you take such liberties with my person,” she snapped.Donovan grinned and lifted his still glistening hand to show her before he stuck his fingers in his mouth and licked every trace of her arousal from his fingers and hand.Aurora made a squeaking noise in the back of her throat as she watched transfixed.“You’re going to find I’ll dare a lot of things, little girl, best accustom yourself to that fact,” he told her firmly.She sprang off his lap and pulled her pants up with another glare, groaning a little when they touched her well spanked ass. “I… you… well… you can’t… oh, just get out!” Aurora yelled before running from the room and taking off down the hall like the devil himself was on her heels.Donovan chuckled as she fled. The devil was content to let her stew today, and tomorrow was another story. He couldn’t wait till she found out he’d rented the house next door.Excerpt 2:“You can’t spank me again!” she said firmly, bewildered by the fact she was about to be spanked for the second time today and fighting the knowledge that she craved it almost more than her next breath.“Hide and watch, little girl,” he said as his hand clapped off her bottom over and over again while she writhed over his lap. “Do you know why I can?”“No!” she wailed, as his hand reignited the sting from earlier.“Yes, you do, baby girl,” he admonished softly. “I can because you’re a submissive and you need it; so much you’re dying inside and I’m a dominant and I can’t resist your need. It calls to me with your every breath. You need me to take you in hand… to spank you till you cry… then take you until you scream with pleasure in every way possible.”“I… ooh… please…” Aurora cried as his hand continued to fall. His words so seductive… so tempting… she ached, needing everything he was promising.“Please what?” he asked gently.“Please spank me harder, remind me…” she whispered, knowing she would die if he stopped now.“With pleasure,” Donovan told her as he began to bring his hand down harder and harder until the swats blurred together and her bottom began to feel like one big ache. Then he lifted her briefly to stand and bent her over the arm of the couch.Aurora’s body was on fire; her ass burned but even worse was the fire of need he’d stirred in her blood. She moved her legs apart shivering as she heard him sliding his belt from its loops. The sound of it was delicious, the belt’s dark promise teasing all of her senses.He was right; she needed this badly.The first kiss of the belt left a line of fire in its wake, bringing a howl of pain from her lips but she pushed her bottom out for more. The next stroke landed on the under curve of her bottom, lifting her to her toes with its force.Another fell just beneath the last, catching the tops of her thighs and making her breath hiss out in a gasp. Three more landed in quick succession directly on top of the first three stripes and Aurora couldn’t stop herself from crying, each stroke jolting her clit and blending pleasure with the exquisite pain the belt provided.She continued to push her bottom out as he laid stripe after stripe up and down her bottom until she collapsed over the arm of the couch sobbing.Aurora looked up over her shoulder as she heard the belt drop to the floor. “Please… I need…”Donovan smiled sweetly at her. “Tell me what you need.”She moved her legs even further apart. “I need you inside me.” Aurora laid her head back down on her arms as she felt him move behind her and the broad head of his cock nudged against her wet opening.She groaned loudly. It had been so long and it felt so good. He slipped just the head in, slowly working just those few inches in and out of her until she wanted to scream. Aurora tried to work herself backward to take more of him inside but he held her fast.“Polite little girls ask for what they need, Aurora,” he told her in that deliciously deep voice of his.“Fuck me already!” she yelled.In response he pulled completely out and rained twenty hard slaps on her already sore and swollen posterior. “Was that polite?”“Please, sir… please fuck me… I need you so deep inside me I don’t know where you end and I begin,” she said softly. Aurora couldn’t remember a time she needed so badly to be filled.Strong hands gripped her sore ass and spread her wide, making her groan in a combination of pain and anticipation. She actually whimpered when she felt the broad head of his cock pressed against the entrance of her weeping channel.He eased in just a little bit of the tip and back out again and again until she thought she’d go mad. Just stretching her open over and over, then the delicious pressure sent her over the edge and she came with a soft cry.“Good girl,” Donovan said, driving into her hard all the way to the hilt while her inner muscles spasmed.The slam of his cock against her cervix sent her straight into another orgasm; this time he held still inside her until her body calmed around him.“That was amazing,” Aurora said softly.He laughed and patted her hip. “Baby, we haven’t even started; now you’re ready for a good hard fucking.”

#NewRelease - Handling Susannah - Amelia Smarts - #western #romance #spanking

A bossy rancher with a twitchy palm. A spoiled, undisciplined young woman.
What happens when a rancher searching for sweet, virginal bride meets a hotheaded, unwed mother? Passionate romance and spankings, of course!
About Handing Susannah
Rancher Adam Harrington has long yearned to marry a diligent, virginal bride with a sweet disposition. When he reads a young woman’s unusual advertisement requesting a mail-order cowboy as her groom, he thinks they might be a good match. He writes the woman a letter saying just that, and she pens a favorable response, accepting him as her future husband. Adam packs up his belongings and heads west to a bright new future.When Susannah Smith’s father bequeathed his ranch to her, it was under one condition: She must be married. For Virginia City’s fallen woman, finding a man to marry is no easy feat. The men in town who seek to court the hot-tempered, unwed mother are sluggards and drunks, not the kind of men capable of running a ranch. Desperate to find a suitable husband or else lose everything, she expands her search by listing an ad in the paper.When the two meet, Adam’s commanding presence makes a startling but good impression on Susannah. The attraction between them is undeniable, but that is soon followed by wariness. Susannah had planned to marry a man who would do her bidding, not take over everything. It’s her ranch, after all! Equally befuddled, Adam thought he’d be marrying a woman who knows her place, not a temperamental brat who could benefit from some time over his knee.Susannah feels outraged by Adam’s authoritative ways, but his dominant handling in the bedroom leaves her trembling with desire. Will she learn to accept his firm leadership and expectations? And will Adam grow to love the woman who differs so drastically from the kind of wife he thought he wanted?Warning: Handling Susannah is an historical western romance containing sexual scenes and domestic discipline, including punishment spanking. If these themes offend you, please don’t buy this book.


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“Hold on to the legs of the bench,” he instructed, his voice hard as steel. She wrapped a hand around each of the bench’s legs and squeezed her eyes shut as he bared her bottom for punishment. It felt humiliating. Though they were the only people in the barn, she felt like the horses and milk cows were watching her as entertainment. First, he lifted each skirt and positioned the fabric on her back. With a tug at the ribbon of her drawers, they loosened around her. His hand slid under her belly and lifted her hips up briefly so that he could slide the material down her legs. His touch on her stomach was gentle and reminded her of how he touched her when they made love. A tickle of strange pleasure intermingled with her growing anxiety. Her drawers remained on her legs, just above her knees, which somehow made her feel even more vulnerable and naughty.The minute that followed was the longest of her life. Cool air wafted over her bare skin, and she could feel her thighs shaking. Adam retrieved a strip of leather used to fasten the stirrup to his saddle. The strap was the length of her forearm after he doubled it.He dropped the leather over her quivering cheeks, letting the implement of punishment reside there while he spoke. “You’re getting fifteen licks. They’re going to hurt, and you’re not to move from this position until you feel every last one. Do you understand?”“Oh, Adam, you’re scaring me,” she cried, hating how harsh he sounded. No sign of his love for her could be detected in his voice, and it made her feel miserable.A lick of fire across her cheeks made her gasp with alarm. It hurt far worse than she ever could have imagined.“Do you understand?” he repeated with a raised voice.“Yes!”“If you move from this position, I will repeat the lick. Is that also understood?”She sniffled. “Yes, sir.”He crouched down, twined his fingers in her hair, and lifted her head so he could make eye contact. “You’re being punished. You should be a little afraid of punishment because it hurts, but I won’t be cruel.” “I know,” she sniffled. “I’m sorry, I deserve it.”“Yes, you do,” he agreed. “If you had told me how you felt instead of throwing a tantrum and storming away, we wouldn’t be here.” He stood to his full height. Without further delay, the punishment proceeded. By the time the fifth brand of pain had tattooed her bottom, she was begging him to stop. “Please, I can’t take anymore! I will never behave like that again.”“I hope not,” he said, and snapped the leather across her bottom again.


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Corralling Callie – Jude has his hands full with Callie. She’s sassy and disobedient, but when she puts aside her foul-mouthed, defiant façade, the real Callie is as sweet and kind as she is beautiful. http://amzn.to/2iPVdPB
Claimed by the Mountain Man – Jack’s stern chastisement and bold mastery of her body leave Nettie begging for more, but is she truly ready to give up her freedom to be claimed by the mountain man? http://amzn.to/2b5SymF
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About Amelia SmartsAmelia Smarts is a #1 Amazon bestselling author who was named Best New Spanking Romance Author in the 2016 Spanking Romance Reviews Reader's Poll. She writes kinky romance novels containing domestic discipline, spanking, and Dominance/submission. Usually her stories involve a cowboy, and they always involve a man's firm hand connecting with a woman's naughty backside. She believes it's important to tell a good story in addition to portraying hot sex and discipline scenes. For each book, she endeavors to write complex, flawed heroes and heroines who struggle, but eventually succeed, in their journey to love and happiness. A longtime lover of the written word, Amelia holds graduate and undergraduate degrees in creative writing and English. She loves to read, which allows her writing to be influenced by many different genres in addition to romance, including mystery, adventure, history, and suspense.
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#NewRelease - Motorcycle Master - Maggie Carpenter - #romance #spanking

MOTORCYCLE MASTERBad Boy Angel
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Marco D’Angelo is living a lie. Tall, powerful,brooding, and intimidating, he’s the muscle for a nefarious motorcycle gang, but he has been working undercover for the D.E.A., chasing a shadowy drug lord.
For two long years Marco has been forced to remain a loner, his life in constant danger, but when Kat Baldwin joins the club, he suddenly finds himself in a quandary.
Rebellious, raven-haired and green-eyed, wearing leathers that cling to her voluptuous curves, she takes his breath away. Though his keen instinct tells him there’s more to Kat than meets the eye, and she’s trouble with a capital T, he can’t ignore the intense chemistry blazing between them.
Faster than his bike can race, Marco is under orders to spank her, but when the punishment is over, she shocks him. Chastised women drop their gaze, but not the emerald-eyed vixen. She stares up at him with unwavering scrutiny, and just minutes later she dares to challenge him.
He aches to fist her hair and crush her lips.To consume herTo make her his.
Can he resist the ferocious desire?
Leaning forward she gripped the arms of the solid wooden chair, but as her fingers curled around them she lifted her eyes and locked his. It was unnerving, but all he could do was continue, and raising his hand he began slapping her bright red cheeks.
Moving his palm from side to side, he carried his smacks from the center of her backside down to her sit spot and back up again. Her utterances grew in pitch, and for a moment he wondered if they were sounds of pleasure, not pain, but a loud groan broke into his thoughts, and looking up he saw Kratos breathing heavily and wearing a satisfied smile.
“Pull up your pants,” Marco muttered, quickly moving behind the chair so she couldn’t spy the bulge in his jeans.
“You get the message?” Kratos growled. “Marco is in charge. The rules are simple; don’t mess with the men who are taken, don’t taunt anyone, and don’t girly gossip. If you’ve got a beef, take it to him. Questions?”
“No.”
He narrowed his eyes.
“Start any trouble and you’re ass will be a roasted tomato before it’s kicked outta here, got it?”
“Yep.”
“Take her into the bar, buy her a drink, let everyone know she’s okay, then come back here.”
Marco nodded, and grateful his erection was subsiding, he followed her as she headed to the door, but her hips were seductively swinging from side to side, and he couldn’t seem to rip his eyes from the salacious sight.
“Why do you talk so much?” she quipped as they made their way down the hallway towards the bar. “A girl can’t get a word in edgewise.”
“You want another visit from my hand?”
“Name the place, give me a time, and I’ll make sure I’m five minutes late,” she retorted, her husky voice making him want to shove her against the wall and crush her lips with his.
“Better be careful what you wish for.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“Who said anything about fun?”
 Why was she still being defiant? Had he been right? Had she enjoyed getting her butt smacked? He had stopped walking and was scowling down at her. Women in the club didn’t dare talk back to him, but she seemed to have no fear, and it was turning him on.
“Are you always such a grouch,” she asked with a wry grin, “or is my sparkling personality bringing out the best in you?”
“Keep it up and you’ll bring out the beast in me.”
“That’s clever,” she exclaimed, her eyes widening. “I like that. Can I steal it?”
Gripping her arm he hustled her across to the bar, and wrapping his large hands around her waist, he picked her up and plonked her on a barstool.
“Everyone,” he declared, turning to face the crowded tavern, “this is Kat,” then shifting his attention to the bartender he leaned across the counter. “Jim, one of whatever she wants.”
“Sure, Marco,” the bartender replied. “Nice to meet you, Kat. What’s it gonna be?”
Marco was already walking away when he heard her request.
“Marco, straight up, with a twist of lemon wrapped around his you-know-what.”

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Award-winning and best-selling author Maggie Carpenter has published over fifty romance novels, and is the recipient of a number Spanking Romance Reviews awards spanning a variety of genres. Her readers describe her work as, romantic, funny, suspenseful, beyond a five-star read, exciting romance with a ton of surprises.         Her work includes a best-selling twelve-book contemporary cowboy series, Cowboys After Dark, (http://amzn.to/2ihCNtp), a warrior fantasy trilogy, Warriors After Dark, (http://amzn.to/2iE0cDa) contemporary love stories, and several Victorian romances. His Willful Bride was a #1 best-seller for several weeks and a BookBub Feature Deal. She is best known for her smart, witty, strong-willed women who  bring unexpected challenge, mystery and humor into the lives of passionate, dominant men.         Maggie has a history in show-business both in front of and behind the camera, but moved from Los Angeles to live in the Pacific Northwest to pursue her writing. She is an equine enthusiast who rides every day, and writes until the wee hours of the morning when her eyes close only because they must.
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#NewRelease - Captivated - Jaye Peaches - #romance #erotica #spanking

“My fantasies are dark. Too dark for you.”

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Waking up in an unfamiliar bed in a room she doesn’t recognize is disturbing enough, but Anna Hadley becomes truly alarmed when she looks into the mirror and sees the face of another woman staring back at her.
Her confusion intensifies when a man—who apparently believes she is his wife—suddenly knocks on the door and scolds her for spending so much time by herself in the bedroom. To top it all off, it quickly becomes clear that the man has some very specific, very old-fashioned ideas regarding the proper way a husband should deal with a disobedient bride.
In spite of everything, the threat of having her bottom bared for a sound spanking arouses Anna deeply, and even as she searches for clues that might explain what happened to her, she cannot help becoming more and more attracted to her supposed husband.
It isn’t long before she earns herself a punishment, and when he reddens her backside and then takes her hard and thoroughly she is left spent and satisfied. But knowing she could find herself back in her own body at any moment, can she dare to fall in love?
Publisher’s Note: Captivated includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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“If, if I submit to this punishment,” she stuttered, “do I get a say in what it is?”
He smiled. A subtle glint in his eyes. “No. You’ll get spanked, like last time.”
“Spanked?” Her voice trembled. She recalled the basement and the rows of implements. Each one etched onto her mind. Not quite viewing them like the kid in the sweet shop, she was tempted by some, repulsed by others. Years of wanting her bottom spanked by a strict man, the fantasies she’d constructed in her head, even the ones she’d written out on paper then destroyed, had come to this moment.
“Hen, you know I’m good for my word. Now please stand up. If my fingers find your pussy is soaking, your clit aroused, then your ass will have a meeting with my belt over this table.”
Not the basement. However, the relief was short-lived. The belt about his waist was a thick leather strap with a shiny buckle. Anna gripped the edge of the table with her fingers. Her clitoris, pussy, everything sexual shouted out for a fuck. She’d come the moment he laid his hands on her. All she had to do was submit and he’d take her anyway, without the spanking. Except, she so wanted the spanking, especially with a belt or strap. She’d lain many nights alone playing with her clit, wondering what it would feel like—the pain, the humiliation, the wantonness of yielding.
She cleared her throat. “Do what you want, I don’t care.” What the hell was she saying? Why play hard to get when he’d offered her the best fantasy of her life?
He strode around the table, dragged out her chair, and heaved her up with his hands hooked under her armpits. Too stunned to do anything but exclaim, she froze as he hitched up her skirt and rifled underneath for her panties.
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#NewRelease - Aldric - Jane Henry - #scifi #spanking #romance #erotica

She will learn to obey.

Freanossian spy R-482
My job as a Freanossian spy is simple: assimilate as one of the savages on the foreign planet of Avalere, and report my findings to my people. I did not plan on entering the circle of sacrifice, the center ring of women willingly giving themselves to the military leaders of Avalere. When the most barbaric leader of the lot apprehends me, I know no means of escape. 
By the time he is finished with me, I am not quite sure I want to.
Aldric
When I see the little one in my midst, I am drawn to her ethereal beauty. I wonder if she has the blood of the gods in her veins. Though she faces execution for breaking the most serious laws of our country, it is an easy choice to claim her as my mate, my chosen one, and spare her life. She is as willful as she is beautiful. It will not be easy to convince the headstrong woman that I am now her master, but I relish the challenge.

It is my privilege and honor to tame her.

Disclaimer: Aldric: A Sci-Fi Warrior Romance is a dark, erotic work of fiction with strong BDSM elements, including the disciplining of adult women. This is a standalone novel with a happily-ever-after.


I lean forward and grasp her chin with my fingers, turning her eyes to focus on mine. “When your king asks you a question, you are expected to answer. Now answer me. Do you feel hunger, or no?”
She nods, her eyes focusing on mine. “I do.” A brief pause, then, “But I do not wish to eat.” She wrinkles her nose in disgust.
I release her chin and nod. “I see. But I am not giving you a choice in the matter, you see. If you are hungry, you must eat. Now do so, or I shall be forced to feed you myself, but not until I’ve taken you across my knee for your defiance.”
Her eyes widen. I do not wish to punish her again, but I must teach her to obey me.
She eyes the food on the plate. Her bravado wanes a bit, and her voice is small when she speaks. “I don’t know what it is, or what I like,” she says. “I…” Her voice falters before she continues. “It is unfamiliar to me.”
Ah. She is not defiant, but afraid. I nod. “Come here,” I say. Though apprehension colors her eyes, she stands, shuffling her feet as she slowly walks over to me. When she is by my side, I gently push her to sitting upon my knee. “You will try one bite of everything,” I say. I take a small purple grape in my fingers and lift to her mouth. Like a good girl, she opens for the first bite as I put it in her mouth. “Chew, little one,” I say. “This is a grape. It is juicy and sweet, and can be eaten whole without being peeled. We crush and ferment them to make wine.” She obeys, and as she does, her eyes widen.
She swallows. “That is… I do not have a word,” she says with surprise. “What do you call something that tastes wonderful?”
I smile. “Delicious?”
She nods in wonder. “Delicious,” she says, savoring the word as much as she savors the fruit. I am pleased. My kingdom is well known for their flourishing vines.
I pick up a small wedge of cheese. “Again,” I instruct. She obeys, opening her mouth, and I carefully insert a small corner of the wedge. It is a sharp cheese, tangy and salty. She closes her mouth and chews. “As is that. What do you call it?”
“This is cheese.”
“Cheese,” she murmurs. “Delicious.”
She reaches for another grape. Surprised at her boldness, I swat her hand away. I am feeding her now, and she must defer to my leadership.
“No, little one,” I chide. She tucks her chin and her eyes cast down. She is chastened. That is a far better response than the flashing eyes and defiance. She is learning quickly. I continue to admonish her. “When your king feeds you, you will wait patiently.”
“You are not my king,” she says through gritted teeth.
I spin her around so that she is straddling my lap, facing me, and I grasp her firmly, my fingers cupping her jaw. The temptation to punish her again is strong, but I must keep in mind that she is ignorant of our ways, and it is my job to teach her. “You listen well, woman,” I say. My voice is low, a near growl, as I convey my displeasure at her disrespect. “That circle of women that were brought forth were woman who are subservient to the Hisrach. They voluntarily gave themselves to the military leaders of our planet. You entered our presence as one of them. You made that choice. Thus, choosing you out of the ring, I was given headship over you. I marked you publicly. I am your king.”
“You are not,” she whispers, shaking her head.
I am baffled at her defiance. Does she not know what I am well within my rights to do to her? I could have her flogged and imprisoned. I could mount her at my leisure, morning, noon, and night, and call each of my men to do so in turn. I could have her beg at my feet, caged by my bed, and fed the scraps from my plate.
Lesser men have done this, and more.
I lean in closer to her, my eyes meeting hers squarely as I speak. “Little one,” I say. “I am not merely your king. I am your master. You would do well to remember that.”

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#NewRelease - Taken by the Barbarian - April Vine - #scifi #spanking #romance

BLURB Having spent her life confined behind the walls of an opulent palace where she could be kept safe and pure, twenty-year-old Princess Saraska is innocent, naïve, and utterly unprepared for what is in store when she is taken captive by Roark, the barbarian ruler of the planet Sentara.
To her surprise, Saraska quickly discovers that while Roark will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her thoroughly any time he feels it necessary, the tall, handsome king is far from the ruthless savage she expected. His stern discipline and his bold, intimate exploration of her virgin body leave her quivering with need, and when at last he claims her completely his skilled, dominant lovemaking brings her pleasure more intense than she could have ever imagined.
Though Saraska grew up believing her people were peaceful, she soon begins to realize that she has been lied to her entire life. But when her own father conspires to turn her against Roark, will Saraska see through his schemes and trust in the man she has grown to love?
Publisher’s Note: Taken by the Barbarian includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

EXCERPT 
“Touch your pussy, Princess,” he said gruffly before engulfing her nipple.
“Roark,” she moaned, her body joyously heating up at his touch.
“No?” he said, moving his head back to appraise her.
He gave her scant moments to answer before his hand spread over her behind in an outrageous slap. 
The suddenness caused her knees to quake and she involuntarily lowered herself onto this thigh. He spanked her again, harder so that her whole body shook from the impact.
“Back up onto your knees. Back straight.”
She obeyed him immediately. But the untouched openness between her legs, the searing burn on her behind, and the wetness still on her nipple from his mouth wrecked her. He licked then sucked her nipple again, drawing it out between his teeth then letting go. She quavered and cried and sighed when he sucked her gently again.
He smacked her backside once more and she shuddered against him but remembered not to fold her legs and rest against his thigh when all she wanted was to rub her clit against his muscle. He turned his attention to her other breast and he did the same, spanking her all the while. Only this time, his hand lingered on her hot bottom. He massaged her, kneading in the heat he created. She just grew wetter and more restless. She fisted her hands against the headrest. His spanking had soon passed the stage of pain and seemed to open another facet in her.
“Please, you touch me,” she begged.
In answer he slapped her again, but this time his fingers slipped against her wet core and she groaned and pressed down on him. For her disobedience, he smacked her center and she shuddered.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Touch yourself, Princess.”
He massaged her globes, not stopping the sweet mindless torture on her breasts. Her nipples were so painfully extended now and drenched from his touch. She needed that release he showed her that her body could do. And he wouldn’t be giving it to her himself like he always did.
Her female flesh quivered with need. The repeated blinding whoosh of his hand on her bottom removed everything from her mind. Leaving her with only a hand or go mad otherwise. She couldn’t stop herself. With her gaze fixed on him, her fingers rushed between her thighs. Roark’s roar of approval encouraged her. A flood of sensation met her fingertips. She was wet and smooth and hot and needed to find release. She had no idea she would feel so sleek, so pretty. This is what he felt when he touched her.
“Ah.” He looked down at her hand between her thighs. “Touch your clit, sweetheart. Like the way I do.”
“Roark,” she moaned, her free hand curling around his neck as she rubbed her middle finger against her clit. He spanked her again as he incited her with his words to slip her finger inside, to make herself come for him. She wet the fabric covering his thigh as she stroked her flesh and dripped her hunger onto him. Finally, she was able to bring herself at least half of the joy of what he could give her.


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